Thanksgiving Daddy. Rachel Lee

the wrong man. Besides, I didn’t want any messes.”

      “And I handed you one of the biggest of all.” He looked annoyed again.

      “Hey, it took two of us, and I don’t remember protesting.”

      One corner of his mouth lifted. “At least let me own my share of the blame. It did take the two of us.”

      She didn’t say anything, but looked down at her hands resting on her tummy. He drew her too strongly. Getting away from him might be the only smart thing she could do now. But the baby...

      She sighed. “But back to the saga. I argued for a while that I could do my job. I believed it, too. Except they were right and after they grounded me, even I could get it. I’d be up there with something to consider besides my job. I could put a lot of people at risk worrying about the baby. And, frankly, I don’t think I was emotionally stable. Not then, maybe not now.”